Consciousness, free admission

Yesterday, I received a frustrating message on Facebook from a very good friend of mine saying "I'm gonna break up". I didn't try to understand outright, generally, this kind of message means come home right now.
I went to see her, and spent exactly three hours talking about the same thing; breaking up. As a very experienced person in the field (bssah bssah, I keep a diary concerning tsaheb m3a hada, kemel m3a hada*), I had much to say, and felt like I was given a role of psychologist for young students in distress. I hold two qualities, listening and consulting, but despite the tons of people who have acces to my advices, I'm the only person who applies them. Once, I sat next to a girl in biology class and could benefit from psychoterapy for pessimism. It all started when the teacher asked us about our plans for coming years. I approached my mate to ask her about hers, and I wasn't surprised to hear "my parents want me to study sciences"for the umpteeth time. To such questions, it would be nice to hear an answer initiated by the use of first person singular, but obviously, when school guidance, parents are the only concerned in the case of many pupils. Anyway, after answering my question, she asked me the same. I told her that both litterature in my highschool and Applied arts in another highschool interest me, leaving school to devote myself to what I like is possible too but less feasable (less ≠ not). At that moment, she came out with her personal toughts about me, from the depths of herself. In conclusion, she accused me of being too optimistic, and talking nonsense. Can you blame such a mind? I think we have more to blame a narrow-minded person to wake her up and make her take charge.
After this quite long regression, let's return to our story. Throughout our schooling, we've heard many mates complaining, complaining about a routine that lasts a lifetime. But who has ever paid attention to those complaints? Personnally, I didn't use to. As long as you are young, the thing to do is to go to school and get good grades. But once you crack and realize that your priorities are not in the field of education, you give a sens to those complaints.
My friend in distress is 16 years old, she is in the 11th grade and she's taking sciences as a "speciality". Monday, she goes to school at 8:00 and finishes at 18:00 , Tuesday, 8:00 to 18:00, Wednesday 8:00 to 12:00, Thursday 8:00 to 6 and Friday 9:00 to 16:00. Every day, she has one hour for Lunch, either from 12:00 to 13:00 or 13:00 to 14:00, excepted on Thursday, where she has almost 2 free hours to lunch. Twice per week, after school, she takes extra maths classes to prepare for her exams. At 20:30, when she comes back home, she does her homework. Most of the time, she doesn't dine because she's following a diet, which allows her to save several minutes for more work. Once she finishes her homework, generally at 22:30 or 23:00, she goes on Facebook, MSN to talk to her friends and her boyfriend, or just to check what's happening in her world, who posted new things... a very natural fact for teenagers, then she sleeps around midnight, thinking about the fact that she's dating a boy she loves but sees once every 2 weeks knowing that he lives 2 kilometers far from her. Very often, she tries to find about about how I can keep going and have time to do what I like, and complains about the fact of having stopped dancing since a few years because of school (Actually, on Saturday afternoon, she takes Physics classes, on Sunday morning, she takes French classes and on Sunday afternoon, she does her homework). My answer is :

For a long time, we’ve taught me that the key of success was school. Each time I came back from school, I heard this authentical sentence from my father “Il faut aimer les mathématiques”. For a long time, I’ve been playing that role of the machine whose purpose is to fill in missing boxes with 15-16-17-18-19-20 on marksheets. For a long time, I wanted to go to a famous American college, as everyone dreamed of. For a long time, I used not to sleep because of anxiety through coming tests, And specially for a long time, I tought that all those actors and singers who left school at the age of 16/17 were wrong acting as they did, and had only few things in their brains. Then came the time where I realized that I didn’t even know what was an American college and what were MY purposes. This time came last year, on my 9^th grade. In parallel of some health problems, I started having problems at school with some subjects as maths. In a year, my average mark in some subjects as maths involved from 15/20 to 4/20 whereas I spent my evenings working, and my worry passed from succeeding the year with a mention to ending it just as required, without anything expected. I was sick of school, and I cracked. That year, I also met many people who live happily from their experiences, for some with no means. I discovered some of my purposes, experiencing, facing life in society, cultivating relationships with people from everywhere, and insisting in my own way, without hypocrisy, which means that I don't give a damn to people's impressions on this report. If I try to insist in an area which has nothing to do with school, I will, because to me, school is not everything, school is not my priority, earning 20000 MAD later neither. People are generally frustrated by such words, but I'm personnally more frustrated by my mates and people of my age in my school who fear buses, taxis, trains, street and people, those mates who claim to be the future of their country and who start laughing when I use expressions in our dialect, or when I suggest them to come with me to places as Souks... Places other than "Megarama"(a cinema in Casablanca) or "Maarif" (a neighborhood with many shops), those mates who are supposed to be very open-minded -(We've always been told by teachers that one of the main purposes and  "success" ;and reached point; of our highschool was to form an open-minded and independent youth)- and who laugh at people who write "hhhhhh"- (I never got the fact that some mates laugh at people who don't write "hahaha", as long as you're expressing a laugh, doesn't matter about what you're using no?) - or use accents on Facebook. My friends say I'm the only one who had the rebellion period, maybe it is, but it's especially the fact of, after having opened my eyes, ears enough and observed people around me, open my mouth and my mind to denounce the bad points of the education I have.

                             A recent photo taken by Ayatt